Greetings
A New Year Greeting in which the Jumbler hopes to meet you soon.
My wish most dear for your New Year
I'm quite sincere in giving;
When next we meet, on Easy Street
I hope that you'll be living.
P. S.—And I hope I meet you soon.
Introspection
The old nag, Pegasus, invites the Jumbler to an introspective mood as he lopes along. It is Thanksgiving, 1917.
Am I thankful?
Let-me-see—
World, Flesh, Devil
Good to me;
Friends still loyal,
Coin in banks—
Stop this minute!
I'll give thanks.
What of troubles
Lately past?
Well, at least they
Didn't last.
Not a single
Scar remains,
Nor remembrance
Of the pains.
So, I'm thinking
That from me
There is due great
Gobs of glee.
Though a slacker,
From this day
I'll be grateful—
Let us Pray!